First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

Jackpot smirked as she heard Miss Spencer's response. "I'm not sure if I understand, teacher." She could see that the teacher is not giving in either as both prepared for their final moves. The Irish girl kept her fighting stance as Miss Spencer would throw an arm to try and snake it in between her legs to set up a schoolgirl pin. But before this can happen, Jackpot would try to give three high kicks the teacher's face when she came close. If this worked, she would also spindown and use the other foot to kick the left side of Miss Spencer's right leg to make her go one knee. This was the first part of her finisher, Irish Steppin.

_________________Focusing on good old fashioned basics and just having fun. Nothing else and nothing more.

Miss Spencer was nailed right in her chin by the first kick, the teacher still on her knees, having not gotten completely up. Her head jerked backwards from the impact, then two more kicks came in, each one nailing one side of her face. She was left in a daze from the three kicks, her mind cloudy and hazy now. Jackpot wouldn't need to kick out her leg, since the teacher was still on her knees, looking slightly out of touch with reality now.

Jackpot was glad that her first three kicks worked well against Miss Spencer, but she was getting tired as she felt her heart pounding, asking her to rest. She thought to herself, "I'm nearing my limits, but I can't stop yet. I need to try everything to win!" With that in mind, she would rush forward and try to complete her Irish Steppin with a backflip kick to knock the teacher into the air and back on the mat. If this worked, she would go on her knees to try and go for a pin. If not, then she'll be in deep trouble with the teacher for sure.

_________________Focusing on good old fashioned basics and just having fun. Nothing else and nothing more.

Miss Spencer was in a daze from the first three kicks, so when Jackpot's third came at her, the girl flipping up with a final kick aimed to her chin, the attack would find it's mark. It struck solidly on Miss Spencer's chin, her head snapping backwards again, the older woman rising up from her kneel position before falling backwards onto the mat. She lied there, with a groan, as the redheaded younger girl moved over towards her, covering her chest for a pin.

The referee moved over, dropping to the mat to begin the count. "One!"

Jackpot felt exhausted when she completed her backflip to finish her Irish Steppin. She would immediately fall to her knees as she crawled to Miss Spencer and cover her chest for a pin. When she heard the ref count out "One!", the Irish girl panted as she thought, "This could be it! I could redeem meself after m'loss in the first match. I just hope that I didn't hurt Miss Spencer too much, she's a really great person and I hope I can be her ally." As she thought this, she hoped that Miss Spencer can stay down when the ref yelled, "Two!"

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_________________Focusing on good old fashioned basics and just having fun. Nothing else and nothing more.

If Jackpot thought the teacher, with all her years of wrestling experience, was done just yet, she was wrong.

Just as the ref's hand moved down to count the final count, the teacher would jerk her body to break the pin, raising a shoulder up off of the mat then letting it fall back. She still had a bit of fight left in her, even if for now she still lied there, panting heavily, still trying to shake off Jackpot's nasty series of kicks to the head.

Miss Spencer managed to break the pin though she was tired and getting worn out. For most wrestlers, they'd be frustrated when they're getting close to winning, but Jackpot was rather happy for she respects the teacher a lot more. After the breaking, the Irish girl immediately hurried to a nearby turnbuckle to rest her back and slide down to sit against it. She too was panting heavily and tried to regain some energy as Miss Spencer was doing the same.

Jackpot would then comment, "Ay, yeh have amazing stamina, Miss Spencer. Yeh have m'respect for that."

_________________Focusing on good old fashioned basics and just having fun. Nothing else and nothing more.

Miss Spencer was saving her energy, choosing not to respond to Jackpot at the moment. She lied there against the canvas, panting almost like a dog as she tried to recover some energy, some stamina. With each deep breath she took, her chest rose and fell slowly, the only signs of movement coming from the teacher.

Eventually, she would take one final breath, then force herself to sit up. She shook her head, clearing out some of her cobwebs, then started to rise up. She was a bit shaky on her feet now, as she turned towards Jackpot, but she soon steadied herself, narrowing her eyes towards the girl warily, knowing that if she couldn't end this fast, then it would be over for her. Her tank was starting to run on empty, and the fumes were quickly burning up.

Jackpot wished that Miss Spencer knew that she was just as tired as she was. As she continued resting on the turnbuckle, she took deep breaths to try and recover some of her depleted energy from her body. She still sat there as Miss Spencer started to rise up from the mat, seeing her legs struggling to maitain her stand. The Irish girl also joined in as she slowly reached for the ropes to pull herself up, hissing as she felt the previous pains from earlier in the match. Once she got back up, her legs would shake as she started to walk towards Miss Spencer, wondering how long she'll last before passing out.

_________________Focusing on good old fashioned basics and just having fun. Nothing else and nothing more.

The teacher was exhausted, completely drained at this point. She knew she needed to end this match, and now, otherwise she would have nothing left.

She stepped towards Jackpot as the girl approached her, urging her body onwards, telling herself to keep it up, that it was almost over. Once she and Jackpot drew close, up would come the teacher's leg, trying to drive a slow, steady kick into the girl's gut, hoping it would find it's mark and connect.